Relaxing In The Arms Of Her Man
Here we see Ms Mukta relaxing in the arms of her man after a long, hard day of intensive study in the college library.
Points to note about this scene:
· Having studied her socks on her feet all day inside her sneakers, her personal sockslave is now required to sniff the aroma of his mistress’s sweaty socks by kneeling discreetly and unobtrusively at the end of the couch (where he belongs) and burying his nose in her socked feet.
· Ms Mukta madam’s discarded, smelly sneakers are now resting on the floor close to the kneeling slave’s face. However, it is unlikely that the stink from the discarded sneakers will overwhelm the raw stink from her socks, particularly as Ms Mukta Madam is subliminally wriggling her toes inside her socks and thereby releasing even more of her sweaty sockstink directly up the kneeling slave’s nose.
· The concentrator helmet has now been removed from the slave’s head, presumably so that it can be recharged, and so he must rely on his own slavish self-discipline (and the threat of the whip) to concentrate on the task in hand, or rather the task in nose – that of sniffing his mistress’s sweaty-socked feet without allowing his eyes to venture onto her soft, bare legflesh beneath her denim jean hems.
· He is, however, still wearing his footfool mask. That’s because it is permanently moulded to his face, and can never come off. And rightly so.
· Neither Ms Mukta nor her manly husband, master Simon sir, are paying a blind bit of notice to the socksniffing slave at the end of the couch. That’s because the slave is an irrelevance.
· Ms Mukta looks happy – as well she might, for she is lying in the protective and loving arms of a real man, whilst a slave man at her feet is sniffing her dirty socks.
· Whilst the slave man sniffs sweaty female sock, the real man is enjoying the aroma of his manly cigarette.
· There are two coffees and a whip on the living room table. I think we can guess the intended recipients of each of those items respectively!
